One time, when I was shopping for the 1,000,000th Baby Shower I threw for my 1,000,000th pregnant friend, I was standing at Target in the baby aisle and looking at the tiny little socks and feeling a little bit sorry for myself because I was single and childless and sort of fat that day. I looked down at my belly...
"if you can't beat 'em, join 'em"
...then I rubbed it, like a pregnant woman should and continued caressing my unborn child while looking at the baby stuff.
Then I probably went home and had a beer.